Chapter 437, One Self-Draw Tower Tower Open
The moment Long Xiao got up.
A breath made him suddenly turn around, his eyes wide open in anger as he looked into the air.
In the sky, someone who looked exactly like Young Master Sang was gently fiddling with the Dream Jun Sword in his hand.
With the sword held crosswise, Dragon Mother looked at Long Xiao with a complex expression.
“Lady, did you hear that?”
Young Master Sang chuckled, “Your husband says he is not very calm right now.”
“Please persuade Dragon Lord. If he stays uncalm, it could lead to a lot of trouble, you know.”
“Mom!”
Long Huan also said anxiously, “Bad guy, you must not hurt my mom!”
Long Xiao stared deeply at Young Master Sang.
His eyes hidden with intense hatred and restraint.
“You are trying to provoke me.”
“I’m just advising you to calm down,” Young Master Sang replied with a smile.
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll actually go insane and fight to the death with you humans?”
“I told you,” Young Master Sang’s gaze slightly lowered, carrying a hint of coldness, “you’ve got it wrong.”
“From the moment you laid hands on Little Ying.”
“…I was already prepared to fight you to the end.” He looked at Long Xiao flatly, devoid of emotion.
“I’m giving you a chance to calm down. And also giving myself a chance to calm down.”
Young Master Sang slowly leaned over the teatable, his eyes fixed on Long Xiao: “I’m afraid that if I let my anger take over…”
“…I’ll wipe your entire demon clan off the map right here.”
Long Xiao returned the gaze deeply.
Beneath their calm eyes, turbulent currents surged.
At the negotiation table, both were wary of the nuclear buttons in the other’s hands.
Neither dared to press first.
“….However.”
Young Master Sang suddenly withdrew his gaze, faintly smiling: “I can give Dragon Lord a way out.”
Long Xiao remained silent.
“Let’s be frank.”
“I know your demon clan is collecting the Original Immortal Talisman for that matter.”
Long Xiao’s eyes sparkled: “What matter?”
“Stop pretending.”
Young Master Sang chuckled, “Just say it. What terms did the one above give you?”
Long Xiao pondered for a moment, seemingly weighing Young Master Sang’s expression.
But in the end, he appeared to give up and shook his head.
“…An Original Immortal Talisman can ensure peace for the demon clan for five years.”
Young Master Sang slowly narrowed his eyes.
“However, it also assured us that even if gods and demons descend in the future, all chaos will last no more than ten years.”
“To ensure the demon clan is not caught in the disputes of the gods and demons during this turmoil, we must gather as many Original Immortal Talismans as possible.”
Listening to this.
It seems the demon clan’s thoughts are quite similar to Li Shanyan’s.
The gods and demons each connect with people in the lower realm through secret methods, choosing their chess pieces.
Every god and demon wants to take the lead as much as possible before descending, to secure as many Original Immortal Talismans as they can.
That’s why they often promise their pawns the benefits they want, enticing them to collect the Original Immortal Talismans.
And people like Li Shanyan and Long Xiao only care about their respective clans.
Li Shanyan cannot let go of the Holy Kingdom entrusted to him by a departed friend. Long Xiao cannot let go of his demon clan’s brethren.
Young Master Sang pondered for a long time, then suddenly asked: “How much do you know about the Original Immortal Talisman?”
“Not much, just that they are treasures from beyond the heavens, each possessing unparalleled value that can alter the very fabric of reality.”
“My superior vaguely mentioned,” Long Xiao said slowly, “that the Original Immortal Talisman is just part of it. Once all the Original Immortal Talismans appear, gods and demons will descend, starting a battle for treasures even more precious and terrifying than the Original.”
“And at that time, the whole world will become a battlefield for the gods and demons, and no one can imagine what will happen to the world.”
This parallels what was heard from Li Shanyan.
It indicates Long Xiao is not lying.
Since opening up like this, many conversations have become easier.
Young Master Sang slowly fixed his gaze on Long Xiao and quietly said:
“Do you really trust that they will keep their promises?”
“If you had seen them, you should know.” Long Xiao’s face darkened slightly, with a tone full of fatigue, “This matter… you really have no choice.”
“No matter what, you have to gather as many Original Immortal Talismans as possible to have negotiation leverage with them.”
“So, the Original Immortal Talisman must remain with the demon clan, no matter what. It’s our bargaining chip for survival in the future.”
After hearing this, Young Master Sang suddenly laughed.
“Dragon Lord, do you know how many Original Immortal Talismans I currently hold?”
Long Xiao looked at him in confusion.
“I can only guess… besides the immortal medicine master, perhaps there’s the one that Li Shanyan fought for but didn’t succeed in getting? Two?”
Young Master Sang shook his head, smiling.
“That includes the one from the East Sea, which you just collected as soon as it appeared, making it three.”
Young Master Sang continued shaking his head, smiling.
Long Xiao’s eyes were filled with uncertainty now.
“Could there be more?”
“Let me tell you directly.”
Young Master Sang smiled as he stretched out his palm: “Counting your Original Immortal Talisman, that’s five.”
Long Xiao’s pupils constricted suddenly, almost shouting: “Five!? Doesn’t that mean over half of the Original Immortal Talismans are already—”
“Yes.”
Young Master Sang lowered his gaze: “So, the remaining time is even more urgent than you think.”
After a brief shock, Long Xiao quickly fell into silence.
After a long time, he bitterly said:
“So… my demon clan, no longer has a chance?”
“Did Dragon Lord misunderstand something?”
Young Master Sang suddenly said: “Though to you demon clan, we humans are just outsiders with different hearts.”
“But if we broaden our perspective a bit.”
“To those gods and demons… we are but ants of the lower realm.”
“We’re grasshoppers on the same rope.”
A glint of brilliance flickered in Long Xiao’s eyes.
“What are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying, Dragon Lord might still believe the flowery words of those guys.”
Young Master Sang stood up, hands behind his back, smiling lightly: “But I do not believe.”
“To those gods and demons, we are nothing more than a group of insignificant ants from the lower realm. Promises or not, keeping them depends entirely on their mood and mercy.”
“I’m not the type to put my life in others’ hands.”
“For me, whether it’s Demon Cultivators, Righteous Path.”
“Mortals or cultivators.”
“Civilians, people of the Holy Kingdom.”
“Humans or demon clan.”
“Under the descent of gods and demons, we are all the same.” He said softly.
“So, what we should consider from the very beginning is not how to fight each other for the Original Immortal Talismans to protect ourselves during the coming turmoil.”
“But should work together to collect the Original Immortal Talismans.”
“To expel those chaotic intruders. Not leaving a single one behind!” His eyes flashed with determination.
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